Safe Passage

A danger you rightly fear, shall obey laws beyond itself,

Granting you safe passage &

Whomsover shall enchant these words –

Caveskin Cloak of the Rounded Shadow.

Your flashlight a white moth.

Your ballpoint pen a white cane.

Don’t say anything else.

Tarot Baby brought you a silver platter.

Don’t say anything else.

Tarot Baby & her grapes gone a long long time.

A pen drawing in a small notebook ‘translated’ into a different look via digital manipulation.